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Prologue

Kamino

22 BBY

 

   Clone Commando Omega 12 and his squad stood at attention in front of Kaminoan instructor Orun Wa, ready for their mission briefing. He looked around him at the others. The Republic Commando's were alert and ready, fresh out of combat training. Orun Wa was a senior Kaminoan instructor who had earned a reputation as a straight to business type. Omega 12 had known him since he had begun his training and had developed a strong connection with the older Kaminoan. Orun looked up from his holo board and addressed the Commando squads.

"All right listen up. Each of you and your squads will be completing tasks vital to the success of this operation on Geonosis. Delta Squad, you have been tasked with the elimination of Sun Fac, a high ranking Geonosian. Bravo Squad, your team must infiltrate a Techno Union ship and take its launch codes. Omega Squad, go to Acclamator 492, Defender in launch bay 7. They'll brief you there."

"Yes sir" Omega 12 saluted.

"Remember commandos" Orun Wa said. "Think of yourselves as a hand. Each of you is a finger, and without the others you're useless. Alone, a finger can't grasp, or control, or form a fist. You are nothing on your own, and everything together."

"Oorah sir"

Omega 12 signaled to his squad, Omegas 56, 39 and 97.

"OK, lets move"

He lead them out of the cramped control room toward the elevator. Omega 12 pressed the call lift button. As the lift ascended from the ground floor, Omega 12 could tell his team was tense. After being with them for his entire life he could read them pretty well, even under their blackened Katarn armor. The lift stopped and the doors opened. The Commando team entered the elevator and it began its descent. After a short ride, the doors opened at the main assembly area. Walking down the hall, Omega 12 looked out of the windows along the walkway. He could see the Acclamator assault ships being loaded with their cargo. A brisk walk brought the team to the entrance to docking bay 7. Omega 12 swiped his access card and they entered the docking bay. The Defender sat proudly in front of them; clone troopers busy loading supplies and vehicles on board. At 752 meters long and armed with 12 quad turbolaser cannons and four massive proton torpedo tubes, these ships functioned as more than just transports. They could lay waste to enemy fleets and destroy forces twice their size. Omega 12 noticed a Clone Trooper running toward them. His armor was yellow striped to indicate a commander status.

"Commandos, you’re late. I'll brief you as we walk" the clone snapped.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir."

"I'll make this quick. The Defender is part of a special task force designed to eliminate key Separatist leaders and their entourages. Your target is going to be one of the most important, Nute Gunray the Trade Federation Viceroy. Omega 12, you and your squad will be leading a convoy through a small canyon in an attempt to surprise and destroy Gunrays Command Core Ship, Nemodia's Pride."

The men walked up the boarded ramp, taking caution they did not get trampled by an approaching AT-TE.

"I have to report to the bridge. You'll receive more data on the mission on the way there."

As the landing door closed, Omega 12 had the worst feeling that this would be the last time he'd see Kamino.

"You OK sir?" 56 asked.

"Yeah 56. I'm fine"

 

Chapter 1

Geonosis

22 BBY

 

   "We are beginning our descent" the voice on the loudspeaker announced. "Hold tight, this might get rough"

Omega 12 buckled himself in. The massive ship rumbled as it entered Geonosis's atmosphere. A surgical strike that had occurred before the Acclamators arrived, lead by Mace Windu, had neutralized the AA defenses in the area, ensuring a safe landing.

"We have cleared the atmosphere and are holding at 1500 feet, all transports are a go."

Omega Squad removed their harnesses and made for the hangar. The narrow corridors were filled with clones and crew alike, preparing for battle. Pushing themselves through, the squad made it to their LAAT and climbed aboard.

"We're gonna drop you guys right near were the action is. Hang on!" the pilot told them over the roar of the engines.

Omega 12 nodded and grabbed hold of the support bar mounted on the ceiling of the drop ship.

"We're almost over our drop zone, get ready" the pilot yelled.

The LAAT pitched forward as the magnetic couplings released. Omega 12 felt weightlessness for a few seconds and then they were out. Darkness was broken by streams of light making their way through the LAAT's vent covers. The doors retracted and he looked out at the landscape. Craters, canyons and miles upon miles of orange rock greeted his eyes. He'd been hoping for something a little more surreal but this would have to do. Towering spires and Geonosian rock formations dotted the area. Below he could see the main invasion force in all its glory. They passed by and made a sharp right to avoid the droid AA batteries. The LAAT descended into the mouth of the canyon. LAAT/c's dropped of the AT-TE's and their clone trooper garrisons. SPHAT's were slowly making their way to the canyon. Their plodding forms kicking up dust, making them unfortunately easy targets to spot. All in all there were three SPHAT's each with two AT-TE's each and six platoons totaling 216 troopers. Although Omega squad had control of the forces they were lead by Captain 4725 "Spitfire". Spitfire was a by the book, no questions asked captain. His men respected him but didn't necessarily like him either.

"Spitfire, give me a status report." Omega 12 said.

"Sir, In Ops reports that there are millions of droid units in the E'Y-Akh desert and about 50,000 of them are protecting Gunrays ship"

"Then it looks like we're in for some fun." Omega 12 said.

The massive walkers shook the ground as they moved on, surrounded by their escort. The convoy was nervous; the canyon path was getting smaller and smaller. They had been traveling for nearly a half an hour. Omega 12 closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he kept walking. Then he heard something. He opened his eyes and drew out his DC-17. Omega squad did the same as well as several clone troopers. They froze, waiting for orders.

Omega 12 made a hand signal for them to take cover and watch the cliff face. A small rock fell from above and bounced to the canyon floor.

"Spitfire, hold your men, stop the convoy." Omega 12 said over his comm.

The walkers stopped. Omega 12 could hear his heart beating. He scanned the rock walls. Was it nothing? Seconds passed with silence. Nothing moved. Then the unmistakable noise of a rocket.

"AMBUSH!!!" Omega 12 yelled.

Droids began pouring over the cliff wall, dropping down and opening fire. The AT-TE next to him exploded in a ball of orange and vivid red, throwing him against a boulder. All he could hear was ringing. Lying on the ground he tried to force his body to move but couldn't. He could see red sniper shots picking off troopers left and right. A clone bent down and pulled him up.

"Spitfire! What are our casualties?" he yelled into his comm.

"We've got at least twenty men down and three walkers destroyed. Cover the SPHAT's!" Spitfire yelled.

Omega 12 regrouped with 56 and 39 behind a piece of charred metal.

"Where's 97?!" he shouted.

"Don't know sir" 56 yelled back as he blind fired over their cover, struggling to be heard over the gun fire.

Omega 12 peeked out from behind his cover and was met with a resounding burst of red blaster fire. He jumped back. A purple rocket flew by his head and hit an AT-TE's left flank. The machine collapsed leaking oil and fuel, which quickly caught fire, clouding the area with thick smoke.

"They're going after the walkers." Omega 12 shouted. "Get some fire on those droids!"

"What the hell is going on down there? Omega squad come in do you read me?" said a voice in Omega 12's comm.

It was Omega squads adviser.

"Adviser, we're in deep here. We need immediate air support and EVAC, NOW!" Omega 12 shouted.

"The soonest we can get evacuation to you is in about twenty minutes" the Adviser replied.

"We'll be corpses for ten minutes by then" Omega yelled back. "We need EVAC now. There’s too many of them. Send backup or transports. Something, hurry!"

56 interrupted. "Adviser, do you have a signal from 97?"

"I'm not reading anything from my end 1156 but there’s a lot of interference down there. Over."

Dwarf spider droids and spider droids were advancing into the canyon from the far end. Already droids had destroyed one of the SPHAT's. A spider droid advanced on their position. Its conic dish lit up as it fired. The commandos were blasted back as their cover was vaporized. As Omega 12 struggled to get up he found himself looking down the barrel of the Dwarf spider droids gun. It glowed dark red, about to fire. Then a blue streak hit the droid blowing it apart. It collapsed as Omega 12 covered himself with his hands, shielding himself from debris. Spitfire offered him his hand.

"Thanks." Omega 12 grunted as he was pulled to his feet.

"No problem."

He saw clone troopers fleeing from the advancing Separatist troops as another SPHAT was blown to bits, scorching the area black. The last one was abandoned, clones jumping down from it and falling back.

"Lets go" Spitfire told him "I've ordered a retreat."

"12 we can't just leave 97" 39 protested.

"We have no choice" Omega 12 said. "It's probably too late for him anyway."

Looking back he could see Gunrays core ship lift off into the atmosphere. He felt sick to his stomach. Their first mission had failed. But there was no time to contemplate it now though.

"Sir" 56 shouted "Command says we can EVAC at the original LZ. We can make it if we move fast".

The droids were coming in quick from all directions. They had to go, now or never. Running at top speed the clones darted through the narrow canyon, shots echoing off the walls. Omega 12 popped off a few shots at the droids as he rounded the corner. Up ahead he saw an LAAT descend down. They climbed on board.

"Boy are we glad to see you" 56 told the pilot as the ship took off.

"You should be lucky I got here at all it’s a bloody nightmare out there" the pilot shouted.

Omega 12 leaned against the BARC speeder in the back and took a breather.

The LAAT ascended and shot off back toward the Defender.

"Missile lock, we have a damn missile lock!" the pilot shouted. "Hold on!"

The side of the LAAT blew open. Omega 12 saw 56 go flying out as Spitfire and 39 hung on to the support bars.

"We're going down. Mayday Mayday LAAT 4935 we are going down"

The LAAT was spinning faster and faster and then everything went black. No feeling, just darkness. He felt as if his body was bound to the floor. Then he woke up. He could hear a fire burning and machinery sparking. Pulling off his helmet he rubbed his eyes and looked around. Blood was smeared in what had been the LAAT's cabin. Omega 12 stood up and fell. His leg was broken as well as two ribs and probably his collar bone. Both the pilots were dead as well as 39 and Spitfire. First mission already he'd lost his squad. Damn. What a day. Grabbing his rifle he kicked a hole through the LAAT port wall and crawled outside.

"Adviser do you read me over?" He said over his comm.

Nothing but static answered him. He took in the view. The LAAT had crashed on a plateau over looking the entire E'Y-Akh desert. The battle was already won. Smoldering Separatist hardware covered the dunes, like black stars against an orange sky. He returned to the LAAT and pulled out the speeder bike. it was in decent shape, he might be able to use it. Omega 12 booted it up. All systems were go. Jumping on he kicked out the brake lever and shot off across the dunes. He was awed by the extent of destruction in the area as his speeder zoomed by. Destroyed core ships and techno union had sent debris flying for miles. Spider droids and Hailfires sat it burning heaps missing legs and wheels. Omega 12 heard a rumble and watched as several Acclamators took off. The attack force was already withdrawing. He floored it. On the horizon he could see a LAAT hovering toward him. He signaled it and the gunship descended next to Omega 12.

"Climb aboard, we're your ride off this hellhole" a trooper said.

Omega 12 stepped in and watched the Geonosian landscape fade away as they ascended to the Defender.

 

Chapter 2

Kamino

21 BBY

 

  Clone Commando Omega 12 watched Tipoca City grow larger and larger from the cockpit of his ARC-170 starfighter. Rain splattered against the cockpit window. Lightning briefly illuminated Tipoca City's main spire.

"This is flight control, you are cleared to land." a Kaminoan said over the comm. "Welcome back Omega 12."

"It’s good to be back" he replied.

The ARC-170 slowed as it descended and landed onto a platform next to the main cloning facilities. The hatch slid forward and Omega 12 climbed out. A small control panel at the edge of the landing platform. Its glowing panel seemed to beckon to him. Activating it the landing pad descended down into the facilities high security area. Stopping at its intended level the top of the landing silo closed and Omega 12 made for the exit. Entering the complex he was greeted by Taun We.

"It’s good to see you RC 1112" she said.

"Likewise Ma'am."

"I'll see you around."

Taun We walked away as Omega 12 continued down the hall toward his room. Coming to room 3691, he stood in front of the door as it scanned him and, detecting his microchip in his armor, opened. Walking in, he took off his helmet and set it on his dresser. The room was small but well stocked with anything a commando might need. Looking into the mirror he examined his face. The long scar from the crash on Geonosis haunted him. Even after a year, a year in which he'd kept himself busy trying to forget what happened, it still brought back sadness and anger. One year. So much had happened. Omega 12 thought about what had happened since then. After his wounds had healed, he had been debriefed and scheduled for some psychiatric care. But he never felt right just sitting around and thus went back to duty. Even though his mission on Geonosis had failed, command still recognized that he was an accomplished fighter and that perhaps solo duty might serve him better. After Geonosis he started to work with the 501st assisting them in high stakes missions, all designed to bring about a quick end to the war. That never happened and the fighting continued. He served under Jedi and Clones alike. He flew ARC-170's and LAAT's both in space and in the atmosphere. Omega 12 earned valuable experience but some viewed him as too unpredictable, to easy to lose himself in the action. This never slowed him down and he continued to perform exceptionally earning meals of valor and an increasingly larger salary, something uncommon in this time of war. A knock on the door shook him out of his trance of nostalgia. It was Taun We.

"Lama Su would like to talk to you 1112. Come with me."

Taun We led Omega 12 to the prime ministers office a few floors down. The doors retracted as the two entered.

"Good afternoon. Please be seated. Taun We thank you, that will be all." Prime Minister Lama Su said.

Taun We exited quietly. As the door closed behind her, Lama Su began to talk.

"Well, I hear that things are going better for you RC1112. We have a special operation for you, something that I think you'll like. Have you ever heard of Koa Ne?"

"Yes sir, I have. He's a Kaminoan who stole some vital cloning data and is trying to sell it to the Separatists"

"We need you to, well deal with him"

"You mean an assassination?"

"Yes, I do"

Omega 12 was silent. He'd killed Trandoshans, Hutts, Weequays, Humans and many other species but never a Kaminoan.

Lama Su went on. "Koa Ne is meeting with Sev'rance Tann on Jabiim. You'll need to get moving. The coordinates are already locked in to your ARC. Make it fast and silent. I expect to see you again in a few hours."

"Yes Sir."

Omega 12 stood up, saluted and left.

 

Chapter 3

Jabiim

21 BBY

 

  Jabiim, a storm drenched planet. Massive electrical storms and heavy monsoons made living here hell. Omega 12's feet sunk into the deep mud as he ran from cover to cover. Peeking out from behind a rock, he scanned the compound for enemies. Sev'rance Tann was running a smuggling operation our of the old colonist base. It had been hastily converted to be used for military operation, so Omega 12 figured it wouldn't be too hard to infiltrate. By a sentry tower a guard, a human male, turned towards the wall to avoid the fierce wind and rain. This was his chance. He stole across the tree line and came up behind the guard. Wrapping his arm around the guards neck Omega 12's vibro blade slid across the jugular. Dragging the body into the bushes, Omega 12 checked for any other signs of movement. It was all clear. Firing a grappling hook over the retaining wall he pulled himself over. Dropping down he ducked behind a crate and surveyed the CIS compound. He'd need a sniping post, where he could not only get a clear shot but get away without getting killed. The sentry tower would do fine. Battle droids marched in their preprogrammed paths around the base, looking for anything unusual. Omega 12's blackened Katarn class armor had a limited stealth feature. Activating it he was as good as invisible to at least a droids optical sensor. Hacking into the sentry tower's entrance security panel, Omega silently entered and climbed the stairs. At the top he found a sniper. A quick, silenced shot from Omega 12's blaster ensured there would be no confrontation. Setting up and getting comfortable, Omega 12 waited. Three silent hours passed. Then it all began. Lights from the north. Omega 12 squinted through his sniper scope at the approaching convoy. For a Kaminoan exile, Koa Ne had amassed quite an impressive entourage. Koa Ne's AAT's were painted dark green; four of them surrounded Ne's transport. Omega 12 counted at least 30 SBD's as well. The convoy paused as the compound's heavy blast doors slid back. The force proceeded inside to meet with Sev'rance Tann and her officers. Tann wasn't skimping on the security either, with a large force of Spider Droids and Droidekas. Koa Te's transport stopped and the Kaminoan stepped out. Omega 12 felt a rush of anger but held his resolve. Sev'rance Tann stepped forward. It was now or never. Omega 12 adjusted his aim and targeted the Kaminoans head as the traitor walked towards Tann.

"Just stop moving" Omega 12 said under his breath.

He'd have time for one shot and one shot only. The reticule paused over Koa Ne, as the Kaminoan discussed the deal. Omega 12 knew hesitation would result in failure. He pulled the trigger. A soft pinging noise hit his ears as a bolt of energy, fired from its shell by a concentrated electrical charge, exited the barrel and in less than a second impacted on its intended targets head. Four seconds later Omega 12 was on the ground and running. Alarms blared behind him in the compound as he booted up the ARC 170 and took off into the rainy sky. He sat back and contemplated his perfect getaway as the ship entered hyperspace en route to Kamino.

 

Chapter 4

Kashyyyk

19 BBY

 

   At 1,137 meters long the Venator class Star Destroyer is one of the biggest war ships ever built. Carrying 192 Alpha3 Nimbus class V-wings, 36 ARC-170 starfighters, 40 LAAT/i gunships, 24 military walkers and various shuttles and protected by 8 DBY-827 heavy dual turbolaser turrets, 4 medium dual turbolaser cannons, point defense laser cannons and heavy proton torpedo tubes it was an army on its own. Capable of ripping through enemy forces and laying waste to entire cities and the armies protecting them. Omega 12 was awed to just be in one. Standing in the control room's entrance he surveyed the crew hard at work just below the upper deck while officers patrolled the walkways above. The panoramic view to the outside was mesmerizing, as stars whipped by. The ship was nearing its destination, Kashyyyk. The behemoth rumbled as it pulled itself out of lightspeed. Around it two more Venators appeared from hyperspace. Kashyyyk was visible to the aft of the ship. Omega 12 tensed, this was it.

"Sir, several CIS warships, heading right towards us" A lieutenant reported.

"Straight ahead" the captain ordered.

"Yes sir"

In a few seconds the ships would be in firing range.

"INCOMING!"

The ship rumbled as if it would fall apart.

"Return fire!"

Heavy dual turbolaser turrets rotated, as firing teams loaded them and took aim. The guns fired on the closest CIS ship, a Munificent frigate, and scored a direct hit on its command deck. The frigate slowly descending toward the planet, lifeless, command less and burning.

"Release all fighters. Tell them to search and destroy"

Almost in synchronization Republic and CIS craft released their fighters. Streaming toward each other at hundreds of miles an hour the fighters clashed in brutal, vicious dogfights. A Providence had slid up next to the Venator Omega 12 was on. So close he could almost see the Nemodians on the command bridge. It attacked as soon as it got a clear line of fire. The Venators cannons returned fire and pummeled the Separatist ship. Flak cannons ripped through shields and pummeled hulls. Massive explosions tore at both ships. The ensuring firefight heavily damaged both, but the Venator proved to be the superior, as it left the Providence nothing more than charred scrap in its wake. ARC-170's were devastating the Vultures and Tri Droids. Clearing a path for the transports, right to the cruisers.

"All forces, prepare to board!"

Omega 12 left the command deck and went down to the ventral hanger. His ARC 170 was ready to go. The massive hanger doors slid back and the second wave of attack craft flew out. The battle was vicious. Already he'd been targeted by several Tri fighters. Pulling up he pitched the yaw and came up behind the droids. Squeezing the triggers, precision bolts of green energy flew from the cannons and pounded the fighters into oblivion.

"Omega 12. Do you read me? This is Commander Gree. The battle up here is more than won. We have a problem that requires your attention planet side. We have lost contact with a Commando squad sent to establish a forward command center. Establish their cause of death and get the command navicomputer up and running. Gree Out."

The coordinates uploaded themselves to the ARC 170 and it descended down toward Kashyyyk. As the clouds began to part, Omega 12 could see his target, a large outpost building that had been abandoned by the CIS workers. A LAAT was parked outside. The area seemed completely abandoned. The ARC 170 landed and he got out. The door to the building was open, the inside was pitch black. Entering he activated is night vision HUD and scanned the area. A sudden noise made him jump and the emergency lights flickered on as a shadowy figure dropped from the ceiling.

"They sent another commando" the assailant said "How typical."

"Who are you!?" Omega 12 questioned.

"Who I am is not important; I'm merely a humble worker for the people of this planet. And the last person you'll ever see"

With that the figure raised his hands and let loose crisscrossing bolts of electricity. Omega 12 had little time to react and it hit him head on flinging him across the room against the wall.

"Pathetic" the sith said.

Omega 12 got to his feet and unsheathed his vibro blade to its full length.

"So you want to play with swords do you?" the sith mocked "Well lets go, commando"

The sith lit his red lightsaber twirling around himself using only the force as a show of power. Omega 12 wasn't daunted.

"My vibro blade is made of cortosis so I wouldn't get so cocky if I were you."

The sith sneered. "Ha! We'll see"

Lunging at the commando, the sith already had him marked as an easy target, a fatal mistake. Omega 12 sidestepped and kicked the back of the sith's legs, slamming him to the floor. Attempting to finish him off with a downward strike, the commando was foiled as the sith adept rolled out of the way and sprung up.

"Impressive, but surely you can do better" the sith said.

They were locked in brutal combat, exchanging blows, not one seemed to have the upper hand. A force push knocked Omega 12 to the floor and the sith brought down a crushing blow, which the commando barely managed to block with his blade. Struggling for his life, he grabbed his DC-15 pistol with his free hand and raised it toward the sith.

"Go. Back. To. Hell!" Omega 12 screamed as he shot the sith in the head.

The body went flying back in a bloody mess. Brain matter and tissue covered Omega 12's black armor, staining it with dark red blotches. He stood up and viewed the corpse. The Sith was dead. Omega 12 reactivated the navicomputer and the command center came back online.

"Good job Omega 12. We have full power for the command center. Report to forward command for your next assignment. Gree out."

 

Epilogue

Kashyyyk

19 BBY

 

   Omega 12 stepped off the LAAT and surveyed his surroundings. He had been dropped at the forward command center on Kashyyyk. At the height of the Clone Wars, Kashyyyk had become a battleground of unprecedented proportions as droid armies invaded the woodland planet in order to establish it as an important trading post. Gree met Omega 12 at the door.

"Omega 12, thank you for being prompt. Let’s go inside and I'll brief you on your next mission."

Gree never was one for hospitality's. The command center was tightly packed with all manner of electronic gear from sensors to comm systems. It seemed almost too disorganized for the Republic but Omega 12 remembered that the initial command center had been attacked and they had evacuated here just a few hours ago. On such short notice, he was impressed that they'd done so much so fast. Gree fiddled with a holo projector near the back of the room and a grainy black and white image appeared before them.

"This, Omega 12, is the droids main power generator. It is you task to destroy it."

The 3D terrain model showed an overhead view of the Separatist's encampment. They had landed just a short distance away from Kachiro's beach.

"In less than thirty minutes, the droids could be on our shore. Thirty minutes. And I can't forget to mention that they'll be traveling underwater all the way here, whenever it is they do decide to attack. Timing is critical. We're gonna drop you in right of the edge of their base. You'll be on foot from there. Now take a look at this."

The holo image enlarged and the picture became clearer. The generator could be seen in great detail.

Gree pointed to a pipeline stretching across the map. "This fuel intake line draws fuel from the dropships. Just one spark and the whole thing goes up. But you'll need to use timed explosives so you can get to a safe distance. Take two of these."

Gree handed him two thermal detonator sized charge packs.

"Good luck Omega 12. Your ship is waiting."

Omega 12 left the room and boarded the LAAT as Gree returned to his post. Under the cover of darkness, he'd have a better chance of going undetected. But the sun was coming up soon and he wouldn't have much time. The LAAT embarked toward the droid base. The trip was quick and silent, with the cold Kashyyyk air whipping past him.

"We're at the drop point sir." the pilot said.

The LAAT descended, branches breaking as it forced its way through the thick foliage. Omega 12 dropped a zip line and rappelled down to the forest floor. Darting through the trees, he made sure to tread lightly as droid patrols we often accompanied by listener drones, specialized droids that picked up low frequency sounds in order to locate and kill intruders.

At the top of the ridge, he got a good view of the area. Three dropships worth of droids and their vehicles were below.

"Me against all these droids" thought Omega 12. "They don't stand a chance."

He was about to climb down when he noticed something. Movement and lots of it. The droids below were up to something. He adjusted the electrobinoculars and set them on low light mode. The droids were entering into the foggy depths of the cove. One by one they disappeared underneath the cover of darkness. They were already moving out to attack. He'd have to hurry. Climbing down he reached the basin floor. Omega 12 nearly tripped over a large object. Looking down he saw it was a dead Wookiee. He switched his HUD to night vision but was not prepared for what he saw. Hundreds of dead Wookiee's lay sprawled around him in the dark, their bodies burnt and mangled from blaster fire. It wasn't murder, it was genocide. Stepping cautiously around the dead he made it to the camp perimeter. It was all abandoned, save for some security personal. Numerous shipping crates made it easy for Omega 12 to navigate through the landing site undetected. The sun was already coming up, he'd have to hurry. The generator was really more of a power plant. To Omega 12, it seemed like a building. He cut into the pipeline with his viborblade. The liquid fuel spilt out onto the ground. He placed the two charges and sprinted back to the cliff.

"Freeze!" a mechanical voice shouted.

Omega 12 turned to face his captors. Two B2's stood with their arm blasters raised.

"Hands up."

Omega 12 lifted his arms up. The B2's moved toward him.

"You're coming with us, meatbag."

Omega 12 pressed a small blue button on his wrist armor. A few hundred feet away, two small explosive charges detonated in a large fuel supply. The generator exploded. Omega 12 was temporarily blinded and knocked onto his back. The droids were blown to pieces. He saw one of the Trade Federation C-9979 landing craft get one of its wings blown right off by the blast. The massive ship crumbled to the ground, letting loose fiery debris in all directions.

"Omega 12, this is Gree." a voice in his comm said. "We see the generator is destroyed, my men say they could see the explosion from space. Good job. We've managed to destroy a large portion of their forces but the battle still rages on. Hang on, message from the Emperor coming through........Omega 12. It's Order 66. You know what to do."

 

End

[Droid803]

"Execute Order 66."

 

Nice story

 

Will tehre be a part 2?

[Guest]

yeah prolly. Sorry the story wen through so many changes. Hope you read it all the way through now that its done. Lots o' small tidbits added or removed. part two will be done, but i need time. Mid-terms and shit have got me in a tight spot.